Standing at the ATM
My pocket’s the sunken hole
Somewhere along there I lost control
Snip my tether and drift off the globe
My weight flirting with the planets
My soul send a beam through my T-shirt
I would end my life with a knee jerk
If there’s a chance binding splits and I see her
In a moments blush
Of romantic spit
The weights an easy melt
And a sudden lift
Oh could it really be
Sweeter than I see
It’s not even life
It’s just a choice of three
It’s like I live
In the freezer aisle and a body’s myth
Thinking if I scream I do exist
The words gonna freeze in icy bliss
Until the skin I live in rips
Give me a reason to show my face
The bones move the skin and muscle into place
Still there waiting for me at first place
Slit on my Achilles oh just in case
Can’t pull me down
I’m just a weather balloon
Cord cut me out
I’m floating over the dunes
That’s enough oil for 200 years
Right on the west side of Texas is
Turning into unraveled stitch
Cough into white handkerchief
All the mycelium scorched from earth
The spore still asleep under the dirt
The cow is just the unmade purse
Best believe I know it’s worth
Yow
Wake em up
Yow
And wind it up
Yow
Wake em up
Yow
And wind it up
Baby I know it’s not the truth
I’ve already seen how you two move
They cut my cord and I slid in my grove
Stuck a fact in a bag of rice to prove
I try to keep the score
But end up wanting more
Could never wake myself up
Asleep behind the door
Keep telling me it’s time
To leave the world behind
Stare out into the future
As helpless as a child
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